I exhale when our fingers skim her cleft over the fabric before she glides them over her other thigh. "That would depend on what we do. We handled the kiss, we can handle more."
"How much more?" Her eyes lock on mine. They're filled with the same crushing need I feel inside of me.
"You decide." I tilt my chin to where our hands are circling her thigh, so goddamn close to what I want to touch. My cock wants in too, but I bite back the urge to pull it out and fist it.
She holds my gaze as she glides our linked hands to the top of the bikini bottoms, before she dips them inside.
Chapter 27
Adley
Our hands stop, his knuckles grazing the smooth skin under my bikini bottoms.
"You want this?" His words are laced with desire so thick that I can almost taste it on my tongue. I want to kiss his mouth but he's still sitting on the lounger next to me, his cock swollen under his shorts.
I nod because I don't want to hear myself say how much I want his hands on my skin, or his mouth or his cock inside of me, anywhere he'll put it.
He pushes my fingers along the seam of my pussy. I'm so wet. I've never been this wet before.
"Jesus," he hisses out between clenched teeth. "You're soft and so fucking wet."
I inch his fingers forward, wanting him to touch me the way I always touch myself when I think about him.
"Show me how you like it," he whispers as if the clouds and wind can hear us.
I dip a finger between my folds, honing in on that swollen nub of nerves. I'm tempted to circle it myself, so I can get off before he gets his hand on it. I know I won't last when that happens. It already feels like my core is on fire.
"Your cunt feels beautiful."
I moan from that because I knew, I just knew, that when I heard him say it, that I'd fall apart inside.
"Such sweet little sounds." He looks at my face before his gaze drops back to where our hands are still linked together, hidden from our view.
I pull my fingers from his, slowly, wanting nothing between his touch and my arousal.
"I'll take it from here." He smiles a devilish grin that tells me that he's going to make me feel things I've never felt before.
I slide my hand back and cry out as soon as his fingers touch my folds.
My legs fall open because I want more. My arm jumps up to shield my face. I won't let him see how badly I want this, how badly I've always wanted it.
"Let me see you." His free hand grabs my wrist and twists my arm away. "I want to see you come undone."
I bite my lip when he slides his finger from my pussy. I almost protest until I feel his thumb on my clit.
I bow my back because the pleasure is too much. It's a light touch that should only set me on the path to a buzz, but it's more than that. It's electric and raw, sending bursts of tender need to every cell of my body.
"I knew you'd feel this good." His eyes darken as he stares at my face. "Do you know how much I've wanted to touch this? How much I think about it?"
It can't be as much as I do.
He slides a finger back inside me and I groan from the pure need to get off.
Thunder claps an uneven concert above our heads as the first drops of rain pepper our skin.
"I want to savor this." He gestures to where his hand is working slowly, painfully slowly, on my pussy under the white fabric. "But the storm is coming."
I look down, dizzy from the image of his hidden fingers; their intent clear.